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You admit the need of an autocracy, but only wish to shift it to another centre? In what way is this an improvement?" Stchemilov answered quite simply: "You masters and possessors do not wish to give us anything neither a fraction of an ounce of power nor of possessions; what's left for us to do?" "What's your immediate object?" put in Rameyev.
Trirodov continued: "I generalize for the sake of clearness. The present moment in history is especially convenient. It is history's zenith hour. Now that Christianity has revealed the eternal contradiction of the world, we are passing through the poignant struggle of those two world conceptions." "And not the struggle of the classes?" asked Rameyev.
Matov's widow soon died from a sudden, sharp illness. Her sons remained in the house of Rameyev. He became their guardian. "He's an agitator and a conspirator," said Zherbenev sharply. Ostrov smiled. "All the same, I must stand up for my friend. Pardon me if I ask the question: are these calumnies against my friend actuated by patriotic reasons? Of course, from the most honourable impulses!"
Rameyev looked at Elisaveta and Trirodov, and he was consumed by a strange, mature joy. He seemed to think: "They will marry and bring me grandchildren." There were already certain hours in which they expected him. He and Elisaveta often remained alone. Something in their natures drew them apart from other people, whether strangers or kin.
Not a word was said about the sisters' visit to Trirodov. "We've heard a great deal about you," began Rameyev, "I'm glad to know you." Trirodov smiled, and his smile seemed slightly derisive. Elisaveta remarked: "I suppose you think our being glad to see you merely a polite phrase." There was sharpness in her voice. Elisaveta, realizing this, suddenly flushed.
Rameyev said: "I must confess that I once thought Elisaveta loved you. Or that she might love you, if you wished it strongly." Piotr said with a gloomy smile: "I too may be pardoned for the error. All the more since M. Trirodov does not lack lovers." "Any one may be pardoned for mistakes," answered Rameyev calmly, "though they may be painful enough sometimes." Piotr grumbled something.
"Our poet and doctor of chemistry has fine friends, I must say!" Elisaveta and Elena were walking again on a path close to the road that connected the Prosianiya Meadows and the Rameyev estate. The sisters were glad that it was so still and deserted around them and that the turmoil of life seemed so remote from them.
The sisters felt as if some one in the high turret were looking down upon them. There were ominous rumours concerning the house even in the days when it belonged to the previous tenant Matov, a kinsman of the Rameyev sisters. It was said that the house was inhabited by ghosts, and by phantoms who had left their graves.
"I never said anything about his being handsome," protested Elisaveta. "As for his corruption, isn't it purely town tattle?" She frowned and grew red. Her blue eyes flared up with small greenish flames. Piotr walked angrily out of the room. "Why is he so annoyed?" asked Rameyev in astonishment. Elisaveta lowered her head and said with childish bashfulness: "I don't know."
Sonya's father, Doctor Sergey Lvovitch Svetilovitch, was a member of the Constitutional Democratic Party; among his own he was regarded as belonging to the extreme left wing. Like his friend Rameyev, who was a Cadet of more moderate views, he was a member of the local committee. Doctor Svetilovitch thought he ought to protest against the improper actions of the police.
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